When she came back, she looked smaller somehow.
She seemed tired.
I sat across from her.
« What happened? »
She wrapped both hands around the mug. « Megan told me to leave. »
« She what? »
« We had an argument, and she told me to leave. »
« About what? »
Mom looked down. « Laundry. »
For a second, I thought I had heard wrong. « Laundry? »